Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2022 09:53:58 +0100 From: Sarcastic Sword Subject: Of Dogs And Young Men Part 22 Of Dogs And Young Men Part 22 I hope you are enjoying my work. If you like it let me know at sarcasticsword@mail.com. It always helps to have some feedback. That's the only payment most of us writers on this site receive. Speaking of payment, if you are able to help support Nifty.org please donate what you can. We walked into the restaurant. The maître d' approached and Mr. Hackenberg said, "Hackenberg, table of fourteen." "Yes Sir. We have a table set up in one of the private rooms." He said leading us to a room off the side of the main restaurant. Mr. Hackenberg took the seat at the head of the table and had me take the seat to his right. We had just gotten seated when another middle age gentleman came in with a young man who seemed barely out of his teens. We stood up to meet them. "Mr. Stevens this is my new apprentice, Terrance. This is his first show weekend. Terrance this is Mr. Stevens, he's a judge that does the Sporting, Working and Herding groups. His original breed was English Mastiffs. Bill I don't believe that I've met your companion." "This is Jake my new kennel boy. He has a few other clients so sometimes he travels with me while I'm judging and shows client dogs at the shows. He just doesn't show them to me of course, that wouldn't be ethical." From the way that Jake looked at Mr. Stevens it seemed pretty obvious that there was much more than just being his kennel boy going on. It was beginning to look like what was starting to develop between Mr. Hackenberg and I was the norm not the exception. I won't bore you with the details of all the other guests other than to say that there were two middle age women and three more middle age men all escorted by young men all under twenty-five years of age. I think I was the only one under 18 years old though. I don't remember a whole lot of the conversations because they were all about this handler or that handler or the top dogs and at that point none of it meant anything to me since I'd never heard of any of them. The dinner itself was fantastic. It started with shrimp cocktail appetizers and a round of cocktails for the adults. I let Mr. Hackenberg order for me and he got me the Costela de Boi. The menu described it as "Tender and juicy beef short ribs expertly prepared by Brazeiros' gaucho chefs". For desert I got the Chocolate Eruption Cake, which was totally decadent. All the good food and the long day at the show had made me sleepy by the time we said our goodbyes at 9:30. We hopped into the Alpha and took off for the show grounds. "So did you enjoy the dinner?" He asked. "It was fantastic Sir." I replied barely able to keep my eyes open. "Five of those people were judges. We aren't showing to them this weekend so it was OK to have dinner with them. But it was good for you to be seen by them as my apprentice. They'll remember that when you take dogs in the ring. This game is terribly political. Most of these judges were professional handlers before they became a judge and half of them don't know a great dog from a mediocre one. I don't like the fact that it is so political, but that's not something I can change. But if someone is going to get favoritism it may as well be me than some other handler. And that goes the same for you. Fortunately I DO know a great dog when I see one and I only handle really good dogs so we will do fine under the honest judges too." I nodded sleepily. I was listening to every word but I was having a sugar crash after the Chocolate Eruption Cake. When we were back on the highway his shifting hand moved off of the stick and onto my knee, which had the effect of waking me up immediately. Not only did it wake me up but it woke my Johnson up too. He chuckled as he saw the lump in my slacks developing. "I guess we'll have to do something about that when we get back to the rig." He said as his hand traveled up my thigh. But we weren't on the highway too much longer before he had to remove his hand to shift the gears when we got back onto surface streets and then onto the show grounds. We parked the car and then went into the motor home to get changed out of our dress clothes and into sweats to let the dogs out one last time before turning in. It seemed to take forever for them all to relieve themselves so we could put them back into their kennels. When we did we just about raced into the motor home. We didn't even talk while we were undressing, but then how long does it take to get out of sweat pants and shirts. We were both already hard as he pulled me into an embrace. I was tall for my age but he was an adult and around six feet tall so his erection was pressed against my belly as he held me. "I was wondering if dinner was ever going to end..." He said and then he led me over to my bed and flopped us both down into it. He pulled me up until our dicks were side by side. He skinned back my foreskin and said, "It's been a while since any of my apprentices have been uncut. I've really missed it." With that he peeled his foreskin back with his other hand and put the heads of our cocks together. Then he pulled my foreskin over both of our dickheads and then pulled his over top of mine. "This is what they call docking." He said as he held onto the junction and started to masturbate us. He continued until I couldn't take it any more. Soon I exploded into our entwined foreskins. When I finally finished my orgasm we pulled apart as I started to get soft. Since my foreskin had been the first one pulled up most of the spooge was trapped inside it when we separated. He slid down until his mouth was right over my cock and he took it into his mouth cum and all. He sucked all the cum out from my foreskin and then sucked me until I was hard again. At that age I could get hard right after I'd cum. He rolled me onto my back and then crawled between my legs. I thought that he was finally going to fuck me for the first time. To my surprise he just lined his cock up with mine and started to thrust against it. It was plenty slippery since he'd sucked my whole cock and it was coated with saliva. Plus both of us were oozing plenty of precum. It felt so good to feel him taking charge as he thrust against me. His firm cock felt so virile as he took charge. The feeling of his manhood against mine was even better than rubbing my cock against a dog cock. I guessed that it was because I idolized the man so much. I wanted to do everything I could to please him. I think he sensed this because for the first time he brought his lips to mine. Of course I'd kissed female relatives like mom, grandma and my aunts, but those were just kisses of affection. I had seen passionate kisses in the movies between men and women, but the thought of kissing a man like that had never even occurred to me. But then I thought about the times I'd kissed Caesar and the Great Dane and it didn't seem weird at all. His tongue slipped through his parted lips and brushed against mine, then I parted mine and invited him in. He was obviously a very experienced and excellent kisser. His tongue found mine and took control of the situation. With our lips still locked our rampant erections slid back and forth against each other in an ever increasing puddle of precum. What made me the hottest was feeling his large low hanging balls when they slapped up against mine. Being a farm kid you were always seeing the large balls of the farm animals. It was kind of your first memory of sexy things so they seemed to always have an impact with me, and Mr. Hackenberg had some of the best balls I'd ever seen on a man. His sack was long and pendulous like a bulls and he had much larger than average balls. And the thought of them was the thing that finally brought me over the edge. My cock started jerking and shooting my load all over my belly. I'm sure that that was what brought Mr. Hackenberg over the edge too. It seemed as soon as I started to cum that his cock started jerking and shooting his huge thick load onto my belly. He collapsed onto me and we both lay there panting. When we finally recovered he got off of me and started to lick our combined juices off of my belly. Then he slid up the bed and kissed me. To my surprise he let some of our cum drop into my mouth. I held it there for a moment and swallowed. He wrapped his arms around me and then rolled us onto our sides. Our softening dicks still pressed together. We lay there for a few minutes just letting our bodies recover. He finally broke the silence. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" He asked. "At least as much as you did Sir." "Did it bother you that I'm an old man." "You're not an old man Sir. I think you're really sexy." After a pause I asked, "Can we do more?" "At my age I can't cum more than once a night. I can keep it up for a long time but once I cum, I'm pretty much done." "Can you hold me for a while? This feels really good." I said and I meant it. "Of course! I like cuddling with you too." He said as he gave me a little squeeze. "If you decide you want to be my apprentice we can go farther than this..." I knew I wanted to be his apprentice and I definitely wanted to go farther. I so wanted to feel him in me, making me his. I wanted him way more than any of the dogs that had fucked my ass.